Okay, so, my book is finally on the tenth chapter! And it's over 10,000 words! 10,897, to be exact. To read it, I have these past posts, and I'll add the rest here.
I cleared my throat and looked over her shoulder.
“Yeah… Well, you might want to look behind you, just a thought.”
Sara closed her eyes with a grimace and muttered “Oh no.” under her breath. She slowly turned around and looked into the eyes of a very, very angry, and very, very large, snake.
The Killaria obviously wasn’t done.
It screamed in its horrific, bone-shattering way, raising its head to strike again.
Sara jerked her head back around to face Rust. “Alright,” Sara said. “We don’t have much time to think, but we need to find a way to get out of here, and get Tyler back on his feet.”
Rust grimaced. At least, her snout did some sort of scowl, if that makes sense, and sighed.
Sara, I’m not even sure if Tyler has feet. How is Tyler going to walk?
I smiled slightly at the two girl’s worried expressions.
“I think I can handle this… Don’t worry,” said I.
I looked down at my legs and waist to see how bad the damage was. It wasn’t as bad as I had first thought, but it was pretty bad. On a scale of one to ten, I would say a seven.
Why hasn’t the Killaria made its move yet? I thought with a frown.
I shifted my stare to the Killaria, gasping in surprise. I had blinded it on its left side! Well, my left, not the Killaria’s. My sigh of relief sounded like a scream in a library - out of place amongst all the tension.
I peered at my legs again, hoping for the best.
The bleeding had almost stopped.
My eyes widened in wonder. Rust noticed and caught on.
There is a healing agent in the beast’s saliva. It aids in torture when a tresspasser is eaten alive.
Sara immediately perked up at the news. She placed her hands on Rust’s shoulders in obvious delight.
“And you didn’t mention this before? If the bleeding has already stopped, with the proper care, he’ll be up and running in a few days time! Quick, help me get him on your back,” Sara said, ignoring Rust’s obvious reluctance of having a rider. “I’m too weak to carry him; you’re going to have to deal with it. And hurry!”
I sat up only to have another throb of pain explode in my temples. I went limp, and thank God Sara was there to catch me.
I attempted to start standing up, but Sara insisted otherwise.
“Tyler, I got this. I’m stronger than you think. Just trust me.” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, dragging me across the ground.
Yeah, that hurt.
I groaned slightly as I was heaved onto Rust’s back. She didn’t seem too pleased either.
Even though you only drink blood, it’s hard to tell the difference, Rust thought with sarcasm.
I lifted my head to frown down at her. “Yeah. You’re no prize either, so be quiet,” I grumbled.
That shut her up.
Rust’s mobility was only slightly changed, and she kept up with Sara just fine. But I had to hold on to her rust-red fur like it was the last thing I’d ever do. I nearly thought it was the last thing I’d ever do.
The bone-shattering screeches faded off into the distance as we became further and further away.
Rust’s breaths started to grow ragged, and we slowed down. We landed in a small clearing that Sara dubbed ‘Not bad, but could be worse’, and we started to set up some sort of camp.
My brain on the other hand was slightly glad I was crippled. I needed to process everything that had happened.
I took in a few breaths and winced. I craned my neck over to see Sara building a fire. The flames danced merrily, in bright contrast with the poisoned purple sky.
Rust was pacing back and forth, a puzzled scowl filled her muzzle. Small thoughts escaped now and again.
I don’t get it. Instincts are stronger.
My curiosity was piqued, and I needed to know what was up.
“Rust, what’s wrong?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
I don’t know. Right now, Tyler, you should be craving blood. And a lot of it. You lost… More than a small amount.
Now that she mentioned it, I was really hungry.
“Thanks for reminding me,” I scowled.
She smiled back at me with a smug grin.
I shifted over to look at Sara. She sat over the fire, and I wondered what thoughts were running through her head at the moment. I blinked a few times at the harsh light from the flames. It made me feel uncomfortably hot, even when I was a few meters away. Sara seemed… Strange. My mouth was watering heavily. Sara looked..
Tyler, right now Sara can’t hear us, Rust interrupted. The problem right now is, you’re dangerous. I want Sara to be safe as much as you do, but right now the error in that plan is you. I’m not trying to be insulting, but Vampire instincts are stronger than Velscencroptr. I’ve been raised to eat whatever I can find, but that means I can live on animals. You know how much you need human blood.
Are you listening?!
I snapped back to attention. I was staring at Sara very intently. She hadn’t caught on, and I’m so glad I looked away in time. She smelled so. Good.
That wasn’t great.
Rust, I need to go, I thought. I need to find some animal before I hurt Sara. Help me to my feet.
She was right. I posed to much of a risk for Sara. Rust started helping me up when Sara shot us a piercing glare that would have made Vallery proud.
“Tyler needs his rest, Rust. He can’t go out of my sight until he’s healed. I’m the only one here with medical training,” she barked.
“Sara, it’s okay, I’ll be back in a second.”
Wow, I’m a liar.
Sara made a scoffing noise. “Yeah, right after you end up killing yourself. I’m not about to let you run off with some bat lady we just met five freaking minutes ago. As much as I want to trust her…” she added that last part when Rust gave her a pained look.
Rust sighed. Don’t worry, Tyler. I’ll try and bring you back an elk or something. She stalked away.
I groaned. Being helpless got me way more pity than I deserved. I was a killing machine. No one needs to fetch my food for me, or make me feel comfortable, or worry about my health issues…
And that’s exactly what these people were doing.
And I felt horrible because of it.
Chapter 10: I’m An Adult, Why Am I Crying.
Rust was still gone when Sara left for firewood. She told me she wouldn’t stray far, and that I could call Rust any time I felt unsafe.
I nodded, happy for at least a few minutes to myself.